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Below is another poem written by Adam Czarnowski, which he has kindly given me permission to reproduce. There are currently 18 others poems by Adam here: Adam's poetry page. I hope that you enjoy these as much as I have. At the bottom of the page you can return to poem 6(SJ)
Come into the garden world
Life beckons like an endless finger
The flesh and fight of fantasy
Unelected against the nothing of narcissism
You will love your fruit trees and summer
Against this hedonistic night
And the ring pull of rain will not defeat you
It is special and the civil servants wonder
Whether they have wasted their lives
Their gardens gifted and their houses flooded with children
You make your burning lessons in the sun
And no-one needs the gifted candlemaker
Evening is ended
Rains and lawn are ended
And you come to hard and hopeless Sfakia
The dream dwindles and the sharpest edges split and sea
There are no wasted words
No penny-ante limit
Regrets are macerated in red wine and eaten whole
This cantankerous landscape carries all our hopes
And the nice night lets nothing
These deserts lick and are endless
Against the fence that bakes and breaks
It’s conversation and slips slender
Into any shame or slope at all
The free and faithful learn at the boring lamps
Everything is erotic
And blazes in the sidestreets
Where once we whistled and the hard world twirled
We embrace thistles and nakedness
The dream digit and dirty dildo
Is dumb and dices with death and breaks
The plain and ignorant sun to the worn and torn
The ageless ego notes noted for the dim burnt shores
Eaten and beaten by a goat and throat
The sun snores on shores what the mind hadn’t warmed
The dazed desert meets eternity and worn shores
The water laps like a lamp and light
Still shone upward and evening spelt
Continuity of light
© Adam Czarnowski, Loutro, Crete 6th October 2001
